"Ancestor..."
Ye Kang raised his head and looked toward the Vast Dao Mark in the distance, a flicker of emotion on his face.
He had seen everything that happened beyond Wu Zhou, too. He had already been prepared to force his breakthrough, but he hadn't expected Yin Saint Devil Lord to appear at the crucial moment and block the deadliest blow for him.
Now he could focus on communicating with the Six Great Dao Traces and making one final push.
His only concern was whether his Ancestor could get away unscathed on his own.
Compared with Ye Kang's worries, Yin Saint Devil Lord seemed much more composed.
He stood among the clouds, a Pitch-black Throne formed from dense ghostly energy beneath him. His expression was calm, as though the He Dao experts before him posed no trouble at all.
Ye Kang, on the other hand, had left Yin Saint Devil Lord quite astonished.
"Six Dao Marks... This kid has surprised me once again. A hundred thousand years have passed, and the Sacred Sect has produced another peerless prodigy capable of shaking the Nine Continents."
Yin Saint Devil Lord thought to himself.
He had already prepared a plan for revenge, but before he could begin, the commotion from Ye Kang's He Dao had drawn everyone here.
Since things had come to this, the plan no longer mattered. He would protect the Dao with his life and safeguard the only junior of this world.
"A hundred thousand years ago, I failed to protect anyone. This time, at least let me protect one person."
Yin Saint Devil Lord spoke calmly.
The reason he said the Sacred Sect had produced another peerless prodigy was simple: the previous peerless prodigy who had shaken the Nine Continents had been Yin Saint Devil Lord himself.
He gazed